"More liver!" I don't know why, but as I write this post, I can hear the voices of the Jewish bubbies (grandmothers) who frequented Canter's Deli, in Hollywood, when I lived there in the '80s. Fast forward twenty years and now it's my own body screaming it at me, although the voice is similar, it's saying, "pay more attention to your liver."
For the past few years, everyone from my acupuncturist to my teacher of Chinese Medicine have warned me that I had better start being kinder to my liver. Being the rebel that I am, I ignored them all. Now my face is showing tell-tale signs of liver meridian dysfunction and I can no longer ignore the voice in my head.  I do not indulge in chemical excesses that would lend themselves to faulty liver function, but I am extremely emotional and the stored hormonal by-products of the these emotional tsunamis are beginning to take their toll on me.  One bad breakup and two deaths (my pop and my first love) within a two year span left me reeling and  literally wrecked my liver (yes, there was a lot of anger involved, mostly toward myself).  It is my goal within the next twelve weeks to cleanse, repair, and renew my liver, so that  I can move into the next phase of being- fresh and transformed.